Crank: High Voltage
He was dead...But he got better
Chelios faces a Chinese mobster who has stolen his nearly indestructible heart and replaced it with a battery-powered ticker that requires regular jolts of electricity to keep working.
A tracking shot might be moral
But no morals here.
"NO! My Hermes handbag!"
Fuck You de cinema.
There is increasing interaction between images and language. One might say that living in society today is almost like living in a vast comic strip.
An eruption of vulgarity, kinetic even in fleeting repose. In a word: cinema.
Imagine the first Crank as a roller coaster: a fast paced ride of humour and insanity from start to finish. It flowed, smoothly yet erratically with the pace of a meth addict. Now imagine Crank 2 as that same roller coaster ride turned up all the way to 11. Except occasionally you're forced to get off the roller coaster to go eat some cotton candy while it cools down. Now don't get me wrong, I love cotton candy, but I didn't appreciate being pulled off my smooth yet erratic ride. It breaks the flow.
And that's the main problem with Crank 2. It contains all the humour, insanity and entertainment value of the first film, it just lacks it's predecessor's…
An immoral cinema
Is also a free cinema.
Not a spectacle we want
But a spectacle we deserve.
Crank 2: I Can't Believe We Got Away With Making Another One of These
"'Jesus Christ! You should be dea- ah fuck it, never mind."
As far as I'm concerned, the 'Crank' series is what every modern exploitation movie should strive to be. It's gory, sexy, insane, completely ridiculous, and way too much fun. It's highly stylised and takes a lot from videogames, just like the first one.
After the crazy events of the 1st movie, Chev Chelios has had his heart taken out by a Japenese gang... I think. They want the heart to put in their 100-year-old mob boss because his heart is failing. So they put a electronic heart, that only lasts a charge of 1 hour. If Chev wants his heart back, he's gonna have to stay electrocuted. And the movie begins.
If you enjoyed Crank, or are looking for a balls-to-the-wall action comedy movie you can just sit back and enjoy, Crank II is perfect.
I appreciate the anarchy, the reckless stacking of events and coincidences and the manic disregard for narrative and spatial coherence (even with all the nauseating whip pans), but I can’t fully get on board with this, and not just because of the offensive stuff, which I think is actually a redeeming factor. Maybe because the movie comes from a place of catharsis and emotion and not one of ideas, which makes it hard for me to relate to, since I favor cold and calculated over hot and sloppy, and this is one of the hottest, sloppiest things I’ve ever seen. The comparisons to Rabelais are perfect, in that this is the sort of wrecking ball satire that’s less interested in skewering specific targets than the primal thrill of destruction, not only of taboos, but of characters, locations and narrative structure itself. Excited to see what they’ll come up with for the inevitable 3D installment.
The sequel to 'Crank' from the same writing and directing duo, this pretty much repeates the success of the first film to even wilder heights. Hitman Chelios (Jason Staham) is found nearly dead after the events of the first film and he is handed over to the bad guys who want Chelios for their own reasons. He is fitted with an artificial heart that runs on a battery pack, but as Chelios escapes and the pack is destroyed, he must harness electrical bursts and shocks to keep his heart beating until he finds those responsible...
With more death defying stunts, sex in public thanks to dependable girlfriend Amy Start to help build up friction (it's all plot driven, of course), and plenty of action to keep fight fans happy, this does exactly what you're expecting it to if you watch it.
And there's even talk of a third film coming up...
If: comedy + time = tragedy, then: vulgarity x intensity^duration = humour.
HIGH VOLTAGE takes the first film's maximized satire and increases its amperage to increase its currency (please feel free to hold any mixed electrical terms/puns against me). While the first film's critique sounded a hollow note of nihilism under its frenetic visuals and ludicrous narrative, the second, by increasing these elements, cannily demonstrates that the way out of this conundrum is potentially through it. Appropriately - or, at least in keeping with the electrical analogy - the increase in amperage allows for a stronger satirical current to flow through the film. Now, rather than merely pointing a finger at itself, society, and the viewer, the film is able…
they upped the ante
I don't know what I just whatched.....
What a bad movie......
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Neveldine & Taylor take all the fun out of the first movie, and replace it by pushing that film's least appealing elements, its casual racism, misogyny and homophobia, beyond the limits of good taste. Gone also is the bright candy colored Los Angeles of the first film, replaced by the dirt grey palate that made PWSA's DEATH RACE so dull as well. Whether this is intentional: exposing the ugliness at the heart of the action genre, or simply an extreme indulgence in it is too early to say.